raspberryturk | Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Evening

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Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Evening

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.

All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.

As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.

Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.

Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.

He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.

[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]

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Romeo was reading in his bunk when his phone rang, and his day got much better when he saw who the number belonged to, and he was grinning as he spoke.

"Is this Reno, or does the display on my phone deceive me?"

"If the display is lyin', man, I suggest you get a new phone, yo!"

Reno would have been bouncing as he heard Romeo's voice on the other end of the phone, except that he was laying on his chest on the floor, and there was a ferret gnawing on his ponytail. It didn't work out in favor of the bouncing, so much.

"How are you doin', man? How's Fandom treatin' you? You ain't blown anything up since I left, have you?"

"I'm fine," Romeo said. "A little bored, even. I got a TA position for a class that I only have to sit on the beach for." A beat. "Did I ever blow anything up? Should I start? How are you?"

It was all coming out in one breath.

"Man, that sounds like your kinda TA gig, yo!" Reno had himself a bit of a laugh, rolling over onto his side and making a reach for the bottle of Corel Ale that Rude had thought he could hide on him. "You blow up whatever you wanna, man. It's therapeutic, yo. Me, I ain't doin' so bad. Been lyin' low lately. My biggest complaint is Rude's couch is lumpy, and I kinda miss the sun."

Which was something Reno had never, ever figured he'd hear himself say.

Oddly enough, a world away Romeo was also reaching for a bottle of booze. He splashed some vodka into a glass and added enough cola to make it brown.

"You miss the sun," he echoed. "It wouldn't be easy to give up, but it's still there, at least for Earth. You'll have it again someday."

"How's Rude?"

"Oh, you know Rude. Never shuts up." Reno didn't bother reaching for a glass. Those were a luxury item, along with everything else under the sun, it seemed. "One of these days, I'm gonna stuff a sock in his mouth. That'll keep him quiet, yo."

.. Yeah, Reno. Right.

Romeo should not have said what he said next, but he had to.

"... Kinky."

The next sound that should be passing through Romeo's phone would probably sound very much like a spit-take. And then a choking sound. And then the anguished wheeze of a man who had just snorted hard liquor into his sinuses and was quite convinced that dying would have hurt less.

"GYUUUH!"

And from the other end of the line, Romeo laughed. "Ah, so now you;re offended by bondage?"

Reno was going to take a moment, there. A moment to recuperate. With another swig of the turpentine that was Corel Ale.

Guuh. That hurt.

"I ain't offended by nothin', man. But with Rude? That's like a thousand levels of wrong, yo!"

"It's a forbidden love," Romeo said. "Such a tale of woe..."

A pause as Romeo added more vodka. "Are you all right?"

"It burrrrns," Reno reported. "Good stuff, this swill they bring in from Corel. Tastes like ass and compost, in that order, but it gets you just as drunk!"

"'m mailing you a care package," Romeo decided. "Reeeeeno, you should come baaaaaack."

"But if I come back, I'll miss the package," Reno decided, with all the logic of the slightly inebriated. "An' that'd suck, after you went through all the trouble of puttin' one together, yo."

"So I have to come visit and bring the booze," Romeo said.

They both knew he wouldn't do that, but it felt good to say.

"Arthur showed me his BlackBerry. You gonna call him ~~on massive SP~~?"

"I'm gonna try ~~with crazy massive sp~~, at least. Maybe he's figured out how to answer it by now," Reno laughed, and then gave a shrug of his shoulders. "He hasn't killed Leto yet, has he? Them two need to find some kinda referee to watch their meetings now that I'm gone, I'm thinkin'."

"They're both upset with the other, though Arthur's too much a gentleman to actually say anything so I'm just going from his tone," Romeo reported. Possibly gentleman was the wrong word to use on this point. "But, happily, both still alive for now."

"They definitely need some sort of babysitter to mediate. Miss Atreides, even."

"Ghanima would be kickass for that kinda thing," Reno mused, with nothing but the strongest respect in his voice as he said so. There were few things that could get Reno talking with respect while he was drinking. Ghanima was up there on the list. "If they start tryin' to kill one another, give me a call or somethin', yo. So that I can make my way to Fandom an' kick both their asses, okay?"

"Of course. And they just both care too much," Romeo decided. "Neither one of them will give. It goes with the birthrights, I suppose."

"See, man, all rich kids should be like you. Without the broomstick shoved up their asses, yo. I mean, Arthur an' Leto are both great guys, don't get me wrong, but if they can't get along with one another, they ain't gonna be doin' the island much good, right?"

Reno sighed, and then shrugged.

"Ah, well. Ain't nothin' I can do from here but cross my fingers an' hope they get a hint, yo. You been keepin' busy? Or is it just work an' hangin' out on the beach, lately?"

"My family's not the same as theirs," Romeo pointed out, though he was flattered. "Nothing here is that important, though. We know no one will die. And as for me ... beach, work, a little time win the Salle."

He sipped at his drink again. "My little sister turns into a boy every month."

"Is that a Fandom thing, or a little sister thing? I wanna point out here an' now that I was a damn hot lesbian, when Fandom did that to me," Reno mused.

Very little surprised him, after Fandom.

"You been workin' with that EMR?"

"It's a her thing. It upsets her, even," Romeo reported. "She asked me to lock up her boy self if I saw him."

"And yes. I'm getting better at casting ice."

[OOC: NIGHT!]

"Heeey, improvement's good. You keep workin' on that, you'll be a pro in no time, yo."

He'd gotten the name wrong, but Reno didn't really care. Eh, it was cold, it was made of ice, Reno wasn't going to bother telling Romeo that it was called Blizzaga, because outside of Gaia, it didn't even matter.

"Lock him up, huh? Why, does he go around killin' people, or somethin'?"

He'd gotten the name wrong because he didn't care right then~~, and because he had a mun too lazy to check~~. He knew Reno would know what he meant, anyhow.

"No, I've met him," Reno said. "He's just a bit of an ass, and she doesn't control him."

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